In a forest without any trees Where feelings and memories Superimoposed by an image of you Are caught on the morning dew Swim in a lake at the first light of day Where children and swans go to play, Right in the wake of your perfect body And sing of unity An English garden where willows grow tall Their shadows caught on a wall The sound of weeping so soft in the breeze A buzzle of falling leaves A night has many shades It can last for many days And hurt in many ways Like the force of a rising tide When the moon floats by